Chasing King

Battle punishment is a kind of punishment commonly used in the imperial army. It is mainly a warning, supplemented by punishment, but killing and maiming are also common.

If you fight sincerely, 20 will be enough to kill you. If you deliberately let go of water, 100 battles will only be skin wounds. It depends on whether the executioner can understand the intention of the giver, or whether the victim's money can be weighed down.

People with clear eyes could see that Feng Jianping didn't really want to make Yuanmao, so he fought 20 battles carelessly.

Yuan Mao's buttocks were blooming. Although he was slightly injured, he had to lie on the couch for some time.

Yuan Sikong knelt in front of his bed and refused to get up. His eyes were red and swollen.

Yuan Shaoxu was so angry that he wandered around the house repeatedly: "who gave you the courage? Ah? Who gave you the courage! If you didn't have the mercy of King Jingyuan, don't say your life is not protected, your father will also be implicated! "

Yuan Si hung his head and said nothing.

Yuan Mao waved his hand: "Shaoxu, just go out." He looked at Yue Qingshuang and Yuan Weiling, "you all go out."

"Dad..."

Yuan Shaoxu had something else to say. Yuan Mao added, "go out."

Yuan Shaoxu left in anger.

Yuan Sikong actually knew that yuan Shaoxu didn't like him very much. Although Yuanmao is a family with five grades and an annual salary of less than 190 yuan, he is upright and upright. He has no extra "income". He has to support his family and several servants. His daily expenses are not abundant. It is not a small burden to have more people to eat.

Now he's in trouble, which not only makes Yuanmao beaten, but also punishes him for three months' salary, which means that winter is coming and they can't even afford to buy Charcoal.

So yuan Shaoxu is right. It's all his fault.

Yuan Mao looked at Yuan Sikong and said, "OK, get up."

Yuan Sikong shook his head and choked: "Dad, you can punish me. You can punish me for anything."

"The purpose of punishing you is to let you know your mistake. Don't you already know your mistake?" Yuan Mao said, "get up."

Yuan Sikong still shakes his head.

Yuan Mao simply stretched his arm, pinched his shoulder, lifted him up and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Yuan Sikong wipes his tears.

"Kong'er, I still remember when I checked your life experience. Your nine-year-old middle school entrance exam happened to be the year we met, right?"

"Well."

"You also said that your father asked you not to take the exam for ten years."

Yuan Sikong nodded again.

"Do you know why?"

Yuan Sikong calmed himself for a moment: "even if my father does not say, I will not go, my father is not in the first, how can I transgress."

Yuan Mao shook his head: "do you think your father didn't let you take the exam for the sake of face?"

Yuan Sikong blinked. He didn't know what to answer. He really thought that all the time.

His father is diligent and smart, but maybe he is not diligent and smart enough. Thousands of scholars all over the world dream of "learning martial arts and becoming an official of the imperial family". Those who can enter the imperial court are not dragons and phoenixes, and those who fail in their life can be found everywhere. However, he had always believed that one day he would stand in the hall of peace, and face the emperor's questions, quoting classics and answering them like a stream.

Yuan Mao touched yuan Sikong's hair and looked into his eyes quietly: "kong'er, you are too smart, but you are too young to master such talent. Too much praise will destroy you. Your father is afraid that you are arrogant and extravagant, that you may confuse right and wrong, that you are too young to understand the sufferings of the ant people, that you think you can understand people's hearts, but in fact you are blinded, because you are still young. Even if you read thousands of books and have not really lived, you will not understand the world. If you are young and in the second place, you will have a lot of scenery, but the officialdom will tear you to pieces. Your father is protecting you. "

Yuan Sikong nodded, thinking of his father's gentle and elegant appearance. Four years later, he was still so clear.

"This time, it all depends on Jingyuan Wang kuanhong, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. It's no big deal if you cut a dead horse, but you beat his son, the son of King Jingyuan, who holds 200000 soldiers. Do you understand? "

Yuan Sikong nodded again: "Dad, I don't dare to be reckless any more."

Yuanmao sighed: "that little highness is not in the pool. I hope he is not a revenger."

Yuan Sikong pursed his lips. He hated that son of a bitch in his heart. If he didn't go to the racecourse with nothing to do, he would have wandered around and smashed his corpse. He was not angry and muttered: "why did king Jingyuan take him to the war?"

"We don't think it's right. We've inquired about it and said that his highness was raised by a wolf. He can understand the language of the wolf. King Jingyuan is afraid of getting lost when he takes him."

Yuan Sikong was surprised: "really?"

"It should be true. Fighting is not a joke. Otherwise, why did king Jingyuan take a baby to pursue the enemy?"

No wonder King Jingyuan called him "wolf"

"Well, go and accompany yu'er. He must be bored." Yuan Mao fell back on his pillow.

"I want to be with dad." Yuan Sikong came to Yuan Mao and whispered, "does Dad still hurt?""Skin and flesh injury, it's not in the way, just rest for a few days."

Yuan Sikong gently lay on Yuan Mao's broad back: "I want to accompany my father." Although he never showed it on weekdays, he was very dependent on Yuanmao. Four years ago, the man who held him in his arms and took him away from hunger, cold and death propped up a sky above his head. When he stayed with Yuanmao, he felt warm and at ease, as if the world was in turmoil and could not hurt him.

Yuan Mao chuckled: "you usually look like a little adult, but now you look like a child."

Yuan Sikong whispered: "Dad, don't blame Kong er. Kong Er will never make mistakes again."

"If only you knew your mistake, Dad would not blame you."

"When you grow up in your spare time, you must be a senior official so that our family can have the best life."

Yuan Mao let out a "well", but there was some worry in his eyes.

“…… Dad

"Well?"

"It's going to be winter. You've been fined for three months..."

"It's not something you have to worry about. If you go to help Xu Hu finish his work, every horse should be careful to choose. You can't be careless."

"I understand." Yuan Mao blinked, his eyes were unusually bright in the dim light.

-

when Yuan Sikong came to the racecourse again, Xu Hu and Zhao Dayou's attitude towards him changed and became a bit respectful. After all, he beat the prince's son and was personally taught to dissect the corpse of a horse.

Zhao Dayou escaped the disaster. He was both lucky and afraid. He thought yuansikong was a man who wanted to achieve great things. Now he is more convinced. When he saw yuansikong, he said, "Sikong, uncle, I'm really worried about you. Fortunately, you'll be lucky. If there are horses in the racecourse, I'll deal with them all."

"Thank you, uncle." Yuan Sikong said calmly, "uncle, my nephew has another invitation."

"If you say it, just say it."

"You also know that my father was punished for his salary in March..."

"No problem. I'll give it to my uncle." Zhao Da is very busy.

"Uncle, you don't know my father's temper. Over the years, has he charged you a dollar or two?"

"So you mean..."

"I follow Uncle Xu to raise horses, and my uncle also pays me every month. I want to advance some money from Uncle Xu to survive this winter. After that, I will raise and cure horses, and I will not get any money."

"Sikong, you are too outsider. I'll give you one hundred Liang first, and then I'll pay for your wages and medical expenses Er, no, you only pay half every time. In time, you will pay it back. Even if your father knows, it's reasonable, right

"Thank you, uncle. Sikong only takes 20 Liang, or he can explain it to my father."

"All right, it's up to you."

Yuan Sikong bows again, and Zhao Dayou returns the salute in a hurry. He only feels that this young man has extraordinary mind and bearing, and will soar above the sky sooner or later.

-

of course, Yuan Sikong didn't give the silver to Yuan Mao directly, but gave it to Yue Qingshuang. Even if yuan Mao knew it, he would not be willing to scold Yue Qingshuang. These twenty Liang are enough to relieve the urgency of winter.

Although things have passed, Yuan Sikong does not dare to relax for a moment, because King Jingyuan has not left yet. Fengye obviously hates him, so he will not let him go. If they don't leave for a day, he can't get rid of it.

Sure enough, three days later, Yuan Sikong was picking a horse in the stable when he heard a special sound of hooves behind him.

He had a tight heart.

That's not the hoof of Liaodong horse. Their horses and horseshoes are made of ordinary iron, and the sound of knocking on the ground is crisp. The sound of the hooves behind them is dull and heavy, which is the movement of sand iron. Xu Hu said that there is only one army that can afford to use sand iron to make iron palm, that is fengjiajun.

Yuan Sikong turns and crawls on the ground, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"Raise your head for me." The childish and arrogant children's voice came from the top of my head, which sounded very unfriendly.

Yuan Si said a word on an empty stomach, thinking that what should come or what should come, he slowly raised his head and called respectfully and humbly: "the grass people see too few generals."

Feng Ye sat on the tall horse. Although he still had bruises on his face, he could still see his delicate appearance and noble temperament. It's just that the horse is too high for him. It's funny that children wear adult clothes. I really don't know how he controls it and whether he can get down.

Feng Ye frowned: "what do you mean by calling me little general? Satirize me? "

"The grassroots dare not." Yuan Sikong just wants to flatter him. He can see that Feng Ye adores his father very much.

"Don't call me little general. I'll call myself in the name of general. I'll be flattered by you."

"The grassroots know the crime." "I don't know if your Highness has lost his head."

Feng Ye snorted coldly and looked down at Yuan Sikong: "don't talk such nonsense. You said that you dissected the horse to cure it

"Yes."

"My horse is slightly ill today, and his appetite is low. Can you cure him?""Grass people Give it a try. "

Feng Ye's eyes twinkled with malice: "it's very good. If you treat well, you will be rewarded. If you don't treat well, I will punish you heavily!"